Friday, October 21, 2022, 10:22 am

Perfect pitch

Like morning wood and blueberry muffins.

This morning, I awoke with a god-like erection. This, in itself, is not unusual, except today it was.

For some reason, he was about twice the size as usual. Veins popping out to provide someone some extra pleasure. Hell, he didn’t even fit in my hand.

Classic porno dick.

Lately, mornings like this are my last remaining connections to my desires. Why is this? Are my head and heart so disconnected (I almost used “detached,” ouch!) from my cock?

And I still recall the dream. Entering the summer cabin in the woods, discovering a brown-skinned, brown-eyed beauty tidying up… someone I was not expecting. Apparently the cabin is double-booked, and we will be roommates. Her three children are playing about the cabin. Her husband and brother-in-law asleep in nap land.

Yet, she is trouble. The chemistry is… explosive. And her skin, so, so soft. And her tits, absolutely, incredibly, firm and round. Everyone else in the cabin fades into the background.

And then they’re gone. Just gone.

Oh, the unjudging beauty of dreams!

No wonder, I awoke with a kickstand. Now, I only need to find a new, tasty snack to keep on speed dial for these mornings…

Without getting caught in the minutiae of real life and relationships. Perhaps, if you’re not swept away by sharing your desires, it’s already too late and not meant to be.

I was thinkin’ of shootin’ my dick off. It’s caused me nothin’ but trouble my whole life… It don’t work half the time anyway.

Well, I wouldn’t be the one to know about that. But, it’s a small target and if you miss, you’re going to ruin our new hot tub.

While I really do have a magnificent penis, and love to share him with those who have none, and that quote still makes me snort, sadly, he hasn’t been the source of trouble in my life.

He’s magnificent. He’s misunderstood. Sometimes he’s unfortunate. Yet, there are days he charms the ladies better than I do.

Hell, I think he always charms the ladies better than I do. If I were better, he’d see a lot more action.

He genuinely aims to please (pun accidental). My mind still hears the voice of my dead, religious grandmother telling me girls want nice guys and shielding me from anything remotely desirous or sexual.

Again, how can one reconnect with his sex drive… before it really is too late? Before he ruins yet another relationship with a sterile, boring, friendship…

A man showing confidence and conviction have the same effect on a woman, as a woman showing her breasts has on a man.

This quote is often referred to in my world, yet the source (or exact phrasing) escapes me. Yet, I believe it to be true.

There was a time, not long ago, where I was awash in a sea of titties. All I had to do was ask, and most women were more than happy to oblige.

She’d smile, say “okay,” then lead me by the hand to a corner of the bar. And she’d pull down (or up, whichever was most convenient) her top and reveal Shangri-La for a few seconds. Or minutes. Or a touch. Or several.

I’ll get hard, she’ll get wet. The god-like erection vs. the tsunami. Truly male against female. Electric.

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